"Swoosh…"
Golden light blazed.
A robed figure holding a golden bow stepped out from the hole in the firmament. There was always a smile on his face, his posture proper, his expression gentle.
The two looked at each other, as if sharing a tacit understanding that needed no words.
"(291, 2823, 53)," Ming spoke.
Su Ming'an nodded, said nothing more, and rushed toward this coordinate!
"Swoosh—!"
Cloud shadow slid across his face, the tendrils at his back flared wide, and Su Ming'an poured all his Divine Power into the longsword in his hand!
His pitch-black pupils were utterly silent.
The Radiant Mother God was dead, yet Ming had never made a move. This already showed that Ming had not defected to the Radiant Mother God, but had other plans.
